I lay there going back to sleep when Maggie came into my room and jumped into bed with me. I looked at her and she kissed me on the lips. I asked if s...e wanted a repeat performance, when she said, “No. I’ve got to get to my holiday job, but I’ll be home early this afternoon.” She gave my cock a quick squeeze then kissed my lips again, got out of bed and left my room. Minutes later I heard the shower running. So, I turned on my side and went back to sleep. Later during the day I went about. She moved to the kitchen sink and peered out into the backyard. Until this very moment, it had yet to occur to her that the young man that mows the lawn was, in fact, nineteen-year-old Kenny Mains, the teenage son of her neighbors Dan & Danielle! When they had first moved in, Tim had cut the grass himself, but since then, the demands of his job had escalated, which led to more frequent business travel. Tim had struck a deal with the neighborhood teenager to come by each weekend to take care of. They first took of her blouse and then her bra. Her big white breasts like cantaloupes popped out. They looked finally happier. They had big eggplants and she had cantaloups. There was nothing more natural than that. When the guests started to complain about their backs, she proposed them a good massage. The husband assured them that she is good at massage and the guests had to accept it. The men lie down on their chests and she started to rub their back, waist and arms and shoulders. She. Most of the rooms here were unused anyway.She leaned against a pillar between two windows that would give her some cover — glanced up and down the hall, listened — and put her hand in the lap of her skirt, pressing against her crotch. Ahhh ... right ... there...Except rubbing it didn't help; it got worse. Her skirt was in the way. She peeked around the column again, and let her hand slip up under her skirt.Her panties were damp. God, was she leaking? Was she starting again already? She hadn't.